Eine Welt so ganz ohne Geld

This is a true story that occurred in my life, Which goes to showWhat a limitless power it is -The urge of Mind's sway.

I am a German boy of anOld hoof-smiths' gender, The first in line to fall out of my forefathers' mould Due to the innovations of modern day surpassing Our handling of the beasts of burden of yore.

And as major push towards a life of wanderings and explorations, That, in the end, led me to encounter This story of which I am telling here, May be counted the fact that a certainHereditary restlessness was in my veins, Possibly already stemmingFrom a very outgoing nature in my good mother's parental homeWhere traditionally the village folk, young and old, Used to gather for common parlour -A hub knob of a whole tiny big world in itself -Instilling in me a thirst to go outInto the world to explore for myselfThe hidden truths behind the phenomenal and ephemeral.

And I landed, eventually, in Southern India, In the city of Madurai, Dressed myself up like as any good local boy does, In gallantly draped white cloth.

Coming in by train. IMet at the Madurai station, While idly loitering around after arrival, Their local railway station master - One imposing, smart-looking figure.

We were dressed both the same style, he and I, And he might have liked my going after His country's fashion, thus sifting me out.

He took me upstairs to the station's cafeteria, And it was there and then that I realizedHow stupendously wiseGreat people of India are.

This station master was such a cosy pychnic -Garrulously talking it awayIn lovely tones telling me and my travel companion, Who had an amuleted dog with him, Wise, well-focused words in a stream of various contexts -,

And most amazingly: He knew everything even about dogs, Since my companion had brought one cute dogAll the way from far Varanasi. Yes, he knew all about What's common and what's different with various pets, With their behaviour, their likes and dislikes, And everything about them.

But not only that - he left me withThe feeling that this was a manWho could tell you about anything - Any other topic - you name it! - as expediently -Things one wouldn't have come to think of, otherwise.

From the cafeteria Madurai's station master then walked to downtownTogether with us two touristsFinally to bid farewell at the junction to his home.

In those days I then had commenced to Study to read the Tamil alphabet.Thus it had come about that some Tamil man told me That Madurai station masterWas commonly known in town asThe Railway God of Madurai.

I was, at that time, at the tender age of twenty.For the next ten years to comeI had not taken to travelling at allSpending time in my German home.

But I had never forgotten, wheneverI recalled my trips to India, About one impressive Tamil man - and his eloquent wisdom: This man was the one they called the Railway God of Madurai.And many many times it was that I told stories to friends About my endearing encounter with this one impressive Indian figure.

Another ten years into time I moved out from GermanyAnd I settled down in a townOn the southern island of MindanaoIn the Philippines.

And again, I came to tell many of my new friends thereThe story of my one-time meeting in Madurai With one whom they called their Railway God.

Another eight years later, I came to visit the town of MaduraiOnce again, and I went to look for the old station master.I stepped inside the office room, where, At the Madurai station it read 'station master', But the old man I was looking for, Was not there, instead four flabberghasted young menAsking me what I was up to there.They wouldn't give me any clues, and seemed to be engagedIn a power dispute among each other at the time. So I just left it all at that.

Another two years later in time, travelling once more, Again I happened to beFor a few days' stay in that same city of Madurai.I had made, in the meantime, some acquaintancesWith local boys there, all very friendly to me.

During that one stay then, Suddenly I was invited by the boysTo join a Hindu funeral party.'If I would like to come - and see How we Hindus deal with death? 'So I went with them, andAlready on the way to the house of the deceased person, I somehow felt a premonition in my chest.I asked my friendly guides -Really but knowing yet nothing, just giving it a try -If the dead person were the old Railway station master of their town.

And lo! to my very surprise, This is what they confirmed: 'Yes, station master! the station master has died, 'So they replied, 'And his sons want you to be there for their father's funeral.'

And there I was, face to face, with my 'Most Remembered Indian of All Times', once more, As he was seated, Having passed on to a higher worldAfter one dignified full life-time, In his grandfather chair there, with his horned glasses on, Looking toward the main doorAs if he were still alive.

There were dozens of mourners, Women, men, and children, lining up on all sides, In and around the departured one's house, And they were, as it seemed, All waiting for me, - To anoint the forehead of The Railway God of my memories.

This is a true story that occurred in my life, Which goes to showWhat a limitless power it is -The urge of Mind's sway.

My mother's maiden name was Sedlmeir.Sedl in Tamil means a fair ground's carousel.Ayyar denotes any Tamil family of good standing.In my mother's German parental village homeMay well have stood in the old daysSuch a Sedl carousel.

We are all still linked up togetherThrough the cultural links createdBy our ancient fathers, Which at times bring us together, quite mysteriously, In present days, As I've enjoyed to experience in this outstanding story.

What for example the message of two cute icebears were, Who, amidst the dreadful melting away, From underneath their bear feet, ofTheir ice-shaped habitat on the Polar Cap, Experienced already for over two generations, Took to such great pains as to

Embarking on a hazardousKind of last-chance kamikaze trip ofHundreds of kilometers, Partially swimming, partially afloatAtop drifting ice blocks, All the way from Greenland to Iceland:

With his imago ever since childhood having been more like that of aSwift-footed jungle boy'sWho rambles through all of nature's grounds, Rain or shine, if it were, On fleet feet born of great young love,While his in-born humble nature wooingMost of the time he as fondly would lay bare, With steps literallyTouching to the earth, while pressing forwardOn the very nerve of good times,With him and some settler's boy, reared like free colts by the countryside, everMating with creation, jumping jollyAcross all sunny greens & shady forests of the boyhood days, Gambolling ever playfully on meads and lakesites, nearby and afar, At hide and seek with cows and calves, sprintingAround hidden ponds, often only to beFalling serene over romantic scenes at dusk withDragonflies blinking meaningfullyAmidst frogs and birds over waters kissed good-night by the setting Sun, along withContests of proclamations ofThe Joy of the day's height, While deeply, for a youngster, thus having experiencedHighly light-winged and very energetic feelings of life's force right thereIn the lap of Mother earth, As butterflies do, that no giant power may ever entrap, In perfect harmony with the aweful boars, vipers and deer at closest range, It so happened, that when as a grown man in his mid-forties -Born a Westerner that he was butDeep down inside of himself still being the very same jungle boy of old -Later on in life he once wended his ways, Clad traditional like any local man from Southern India's culture, While also then bonding with the hallowed soil ofThe Tamils' country where he was going about at the time beingWith deepened sensations, On feet likewise bared up to his down-to-earth attitude ofBeing part and parcel of everything and the world naturally, In a laissez-faire way of soleful gait, At a time now in these post-modern days, whenEven in India, though rooted in age-old and beautiful traditions ofCosmically empowered, solitary and congregational, divine merrymaking, As chiefs of magically potent revelations since times immemorialHave known to sport all of nature's powers - good or bad - in best possible ways, - Professing highest souls of seers, in front ofAwe-struck people on silent soles, Revered for their blessings from aloof -Witnessing to prove all events to be takenAs distant but near echoings from drama plays on the cosmic stage, Dramas of most fantastic gods and goddesses ofTranslucently realistical, most refined figurings, that, Most vibrantly alive, are worshipped again and againSo as for them to eventually be reining in regallyOn one's happiness in lifeBy acknowledging a devoutly engaged interactive human players' part in overmind, soBeautifully elated and enchantingly charged, With this, or something like it, being the prevalent arena of emotions, At a time when, thus, even in great free-spirited India's deepest provinces meanwhileThe antennas of the englobalizing television stations had startedTo spread out their pictures 'from US' along withThe impending impressions and notions, such asThat boys and girls in other parts of the world, Outside the fold of their own mother's culture, doHold very differently shaped ideals of what makes up for good forms and for true beauty,And that in Western countries it were regardedRather as something cheapFor a poor teenage girl to be pawing and slurring her walks justLike any cat in the streets does, when off on errands or to school, Afoot on soles only running hot, Starched by dust and by grime, - Foreign notions prone to confound the young head of aProud young girl of Hindu feathers and claws, To whom, well aware of her charms, It would signal merely an untruth belieing her inner feelingsAs what kind of cute birdie she felt she was,If she were to demand for herself all of a sudden toImitate the trendy and beGoing out anything else from going out as ever beforeSimply on earth-bound feet that she so subtly knows to beautify? -,One such young traditionally dressed local teenage girl, Who had noticed our Western nature boy andFriend of the Oriental Indian design, walking in the street; -His simple outfit being simple as that of the truly meek and great souls, and he was- On bare feet, as she was, whoCame up to meet him, as he meanwhile had noticed her alike, Halfways on the town's lane- On him a plain longgi, a length ofWide cloth wrapped around his waistTucked up to his knees in style, She in a fashionably designed young girl's floral dress -And who reached out her hand towards his for an intercultural handshake of two soulsThat would leave the two with a feelingOf having understood each otherBy way, only, of the other person's aura and display of style, With not a single word that would have been required to be spoken, - And she let the single rupee coin that accidentally happened to have beenHeld in the palm of the Westerner's hand at the time, and whichDuring the handshake, by itself, had slipped over into her palm of the hand, proudlyDrop through her fingers and down to the ground, With him, so as to reassure the girl's good sense of her own intuition, Signalling to be sensitive enough himself to mendAny eventually wrong interpretations of what happenedBy immediately picking up the dropped coin, stowing it away into his pocket, And by offering his hand for a new re-enactment of the handshake that wasMeant to be nothing else but one of a deeply personal intercultural meaning- Without any money involved that time around -Exactly as what the young dark beauty obviously had intended it to be,Letting her thereby know that both of them had indeed grasped the mutual unspeakable point of the matter, And they seized each other's hand spontaneously for a second time, Completing their intercultural handshake, not without a certain pride, Both of them smiling and thereafter getting off again on their own ways.

A spring time of life creativityLong before usThere once had been -This is from where we humans, too, are derived -The Merman and the Nymph within the waters -Universal Fluidum -These are our origin, our kinship most intimate! -And First Man, first to see sun's light on earthNourished by the saps through a hole-black Vulva, Embossed into secret earth retreats, Centrifugally centripetallyfertilizing, Would have certainly had, you'd bet, His visionsSet in tune with the unembodied premiumYoung & sportive Cosmic Couple's dream creation worldThat had parented Him in Her, God all around, Very accurately -So many funny, strangely physical, quirkyAnimal gook & geek heads to beVisualized in dreamy mindscapes of sudden inspiration then, Out of which grand seeing inGay times of Spring seasons, and aVeritable peak time in young Nature come alive, It holds thatThe abounding nature spirits possessed ofEver stronger body dreams naturally arePressing for the creation ofThemselves in Earth's solid matters, All these selfsame animals, first seen in hazy dreams, Now suddenly hopping around in flesh and horned, Out there, beyond the loam -The grand stage enactionmentOrchestrated through alignment of webs fromThreads spun in Cosmic Mind with the lively motions onThe planetary seed of our globe, theFurtive spur for the earth seed to germinate, Seconded and carried on further in First Man's visionary faces -The earthen destillary's utensils handledThrough Her various moods of global tempestsAnd Her lighter weather tempers, And Their means of fine-tuning the ladling storms cross- & directionwise, On this our so revolutionary globe, Destined to be focused on by real-time Gods in the making, For the act ofA mysterious Creation's high-spirited, Cosmodreamvision-empowered encapsulization into divinelyPotent magic seeds of ever more & more variegated new forms andFigures of Life frolicking, all of which eventuallyChance to be mixed up, boiled andServed out in seed form byThe adventurously playful cosmic visionaire'sQuickening arm of reproductionIn some deep-bottomed vaginal cupsOn the rock of earth, during the festival of thisGod's world arena's grand self-enhancement, with allThe happy-go-lucky planet's earth spirits concentrated andGathered in for a most favourably weatheredSpring time season of (r)evolutionary creation -All spiced up ingredients of lively matter red-hot withMost vibrant energy.A season, surpassed since long byAnother era of actions on the globe, The ones before us and the present one, That but until this very day, thoughNot any longer bent on diversifying seed creativity -(With our human demigods taken over the commandRather to the contrary as of now) -Reverberates still so wondrousThrough high and low of the earth planet's go.